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24 February 2008 @ 10:56 pm
Theatrical Muse: Week 218: Question 218  
Name: Dr. Sid Hammerback

Fandom: CSI: New York

Word Count: 410


Write about a lie your parents told you.


As I have learned, small white, non-harmful lies are sometimes required to be a part of a parent’s job description at any given time, during any given occasions. Of course, it is best for a parent to be mostly truthful with their child or children, but we like to defend them as well, to allow them a sense of the most untroubled life that can be provided. Illusions, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, are part of a child’s life, and the truth is told about such things, amongst those of other topics, at a parent’s discretion.

Growing up in NYC as I did, I was subject to the schoolyard tales of sewer alligators. One might expect that I would take fright to this, but, ah, no, I did not. You see, these stories, within my school at least, rose in popularity with the occurrence of the Spiderman villain called Lizard. So much so that I very nearly ended up down in the sewers myself on a dare. Much to my dismay that a police officer rounded the corner just as a group, including me and some other child aged adventurers, were about to pry open the manhole cover. He didn’t spot us, thankfully, at which point we decided to abandon this plot and go to the movie theatre instead.

Despite my failed attempt to become a sewer alligator wrestler, not that it could have ever come into fruition anyway, I did spend a short time, teetering on two weeks, rapidly eating up information about alligators and the like. A short childhood fad of fascination culminated in my insistence, fuelled by a sparked wild imagination, that sewer alligators might be real, albino ones even. To which my parents agreed surprisingly! However, instead of taking me to the sewers, we went to the zoo instead, and visited reptiles of many sorts, which I found, honestly, quite enthralling.

While I posses not such a rabid thirst for reptile knowledge nowadays, I do appreciate the time that my parents spent with me at the zoo, indulging me in my brief and childhood belief that the wild and imaginary alligator, albino alligator even, could be real. In time, children learn most of the truths behind the white lies that their parents tell them, but the gift that it has given them, for a while, is the happiness in being believed, or being able to believe in something which to them, seems to be very real.
 
 
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